After the episode 'the unkindest cut' I had a funny thought that kept nagging me to share. I have no intention of causing a debate so please don't flame me, I am merely being curious…tinged with a little smartass. ;) Oh, This story actually takes place shortly after the wedding but doesn't really tie into the story line…the flashback is the reference to the above episode.

"So, Darling." Maxwell began nervously as he pulled at his suddenly too tight tie. "Since we are now married I expect there will be a Bris ceremony upcoming in the near future?"

"Ooh, Mistah Sheffield…Oops sorry, old habits." Fran giggled at her slip up and guided him to one of the private benches outside of the reception hall. "I think I heard my Mother in there. You trying to give me babies so soon, Sweetie?"

"Uh, no." He chuckled more than just a little confused. "I just married a Jewish woman."

"And I just married a very confusing man." Fran's eyes gazed at him with a frown and became worried the moment she noticed him fidgeting outwardly. "Honey, usually it's the bride that gets cold feet. What gives?"

"Come on, Brighton!" Nanny Fine yelled up the stairs. "We're gonna be late for the Bris now Chop Chop!"

Instantly she realized her very bad pun while Mr. Sheffield was opening the door for her. She chuckled at him when she saw the color nearly draining from his face at the idea of sharp objects cutting into extremely sensitive areas. Oh, how could she resist the chance to make him squirm?

"Y'know," She grinned at Mr. Sheffield evilly and with a flip of her hair, she continued. "If you evah marry a Jewish woman, the hotdog has to lose the bun."

She left the poor man at the door in a near state of trauma, holding a hand protectively over his precious package aghast that he would have lose such a painful part of himself.

Fran nearly doubled over in laughter at the memory, her husband getting angrier by the minute at her blatant insensitivity. How could she even think about laughing at him when he was seriously considering doing this painstaking ritual all for her!

"MISS, FINE!" Maxwell growled at the top of his lungs and he jumped off the seat. "How dare you laugh at me about this! The fact that I would even CONSIDER chopping off half of my penis for you and you think it's FUNNY!"

"No, Honey!" Fran exclaimed as she pulled his hand to make him sit back down beside her. "I would nevah make you do that! I was only joking."

"You mean? But you're Jewish-" Nothing could stop the stuttering from Maxwell as he was confused and relived at the same time.

"Oy!" Fran groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm. "No wonder you said you loved me and took it back. It's oddly sweet in a morbid way that you would do that for me but For the Love of Barbra, I eat pork in the temple parking lot. There's no way I'm letting you do that."

"It's not a requirement?" He asked almost unsure of himself.

"For some." She answered. "But not for me. Trust me, Honey. It's hard on a baby and he doesn't remember it five years latah. You'd be in agony for weeks and I'd be put in a mental institution waiting for you to let me touch you….aftah the calluses formed. Excuse me but I'm not gonna wait for us to make love in five more years."

"I love you so much, Fran." He breathed finally as relief and lightness took over his whole body. He hugged her and even though he knew he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, he just had to ask. "Why is it no longer required?"

"You're no more kosher with it than you are without it." Fran explained as best as she could. "It's one of those things that was meant to be there. Turns out it actually protects my little Maxwell."

"Which begs the next question," He began with a rather curious grin but almost coyly. "Have you ever been with a man who hasn't been, uhm, circumcised?"

"Why, Maxwell! Hoo-hoo!" Fran gushed in her usual flirty demeanour. "Aren't you curious. Do you know how much of a commodity an uncircumcised male is this day and age? You will be happy to know you will be my first. Just what I need, a head full of hot air. Don't get too cocky…No pun intended. Hoo-Haa!"

He could only chuckle at her antics as the puns flew out of her mouth left and right. In all seriousness, he thanked whatever deity that was watching him this very moment that he didn't have to go through with this. He gazed at Fran with a grin and found himself wanting to kiss those grinning lips very much. It was wonderful to be able to finally act upon this want without having any undesirable consequences. He leaned forward and took that pouty bottom lip of hers between his own, gently suckling and caressing. She returned his affection winding her fingers in his dark hair, keeping him close to her. Her belly jumped with butterflies inside even though she wanted nothing more than to get closer to him at that very moment.

"So tell me," Fran asked huskily as she pulled her lips away from his. "Is it true? Is the 'y'know' bettah?"

"I'm really not sure." Maxwell chuckled more as he lowered his voice. "Only one woman has been able to say it was and Sara was a virgin before me. Sara and I were rather young when we were married."

"Let's say we go find out, right now?" Fran smiled into his lips.

In a split second, Maxwell had her by the hand running up the stairs of the hotel rearing to find them a room of sorts…..